Charles Lamb
Charles Lamb
Charles Lambwas an English writer and essayist, best known for his Essays of Elia and for the children's book Tales from Shakespeare, which he produced with his sister, Mary Lamb...
NationalityEnglish
ProfessionChildren's Author
Date of Birth10 February 1775
lying dying bud
A flow'ret crushed in the bud, A nameless piece of Babyhood, Was in her cradle-coffin lying; Extinct, with scarce the sense of dying
way half world
The world meets nobody half way.
distance doors sublime
A miser is sometimes a grand personification of fear. He has a fine horror of poverty; and he is not content to keep want from the door, or at arm's length, but he places it, by heaping wealth upon wealth, at a sublime distance!
sleep names shade
Oh, breathe not his name! let it sleep in the shade, Where cold and unhonour'd his relics are laid
heaven feelings hell
Beholding heaven, and feeling hell.
men soul trying
There was a little man, and he had a little soul; And he said, Little Soul, let us try, try, try!
wall heart sleep
The harp that once through Tara's halls The soul of music shed, Now hangs as mute on Tara's walls As if that soul were fled. So sleeps the pride of former days, So glory's thrill is o'er; And hearts that once beat high for praise Now feel that pulse no more.
lying heart world
When true hearts lie wither'd And fond ones are flown, Oh, who would inhabit This bleak world alone?
war dust blood
Ay, down to the dust with them, slaves as they are! From this hour let the blood in their dastardly veins, That shrunk at the first touch of Liberty's war, Be wasted for tyrants, or stagnate in chains.
hate men thinking
The English writer, Charles Lamb, said one day: "I hate that man." "But you don't know him." "Of course, I don't," said Lamb. "Do you think I could possibly hate a man I know?"
reality theatre pressure
We do not go to the theatre like our ancestors, to escape from the pressure of reality, so much as to confirm our experience of it.
taken departed faces
How some they have died, and some they have left me, And some are taken from me; all are departed; All, all are gone, the old familiar faces.
gambling games fire
A clear fire, a clean hearth, and the rigour of the game.
eye men space
How convalescence shrinks a man back to his pristine stature! where is now the space, which he occupied so lately, in his own, in the family's eye?